Got Ur Self A... (Explicit) - Nas

Lyrics by：Nasir Jones/Megahertz/Chester Burnett/Simon Edwards/Piers Marsh/Robert Spragg/John Black

Composed by：Nasir Jones/Megahertz/Chester Burnett/Simon Edwards/Piers Marsh/Robert Spragg/John Black

Woke up this mornin'

Yeah

You got yourself a gun

Yeah yeah yeah

Got yourself a gun

Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines

So I got mine I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You from the hood I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You want beef I hope you

Got yourself a gun

And when I see you I'ma take what I want

So you tried to front hope you

Got yourself a gun

You ain't real hope you

Got yourself a gun

My first album had no famous guest appearances

The outcome I'm crowned the best lyricist

Many years on this professional level

Why would you question who's better the world is still mine

Tattoo's real with "God's Son" across the belly the boss of rap

You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that

To take it back to Africa I did it with Biggie

Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle

You lames a huddle your team's shook

Y'all feel the wrath of a killer 'cause this is my football field

Throwin' passes from a barrel shoulder pads apparel

But the QB don't stand for no quarterback

Every word is like a sawed-off blast 'cause y'all all soft

And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all a*s in

It's for the hood by the corner store

Many try many die come at Nas

If you want a war get it bloody

I got mine I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You from the hood I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You want beef I hope you

Got yourself a gun

And when I see you I'ma take what I want

So you tried to front hope you

Got yourself a gun

You ain't real hope you

Got yourself a gun

Yo I'm the N the A to the S-I-R

And if I wasn't I must've been Escobar

You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed

Hair parted with a barber's preciseness

Bravehearted for life it's

The return of the Golden Child son of a blues player

So who are you player y'all awaited the true savior

Puffin' that tropical cups of that vodka too

Papi chu' tore up wake up in a hospital

Throw up never 'member I do this through righteous steps

You Judas thought I was gone so in light of my death

Y'all been all happy-go-lucky bunch of sambos

Call me "God's Son" with my pants low

I don't die slow put them rags up like Petey Pablo

This is NASDAQ though in my Nascar with this Nas flow

What could beat that not a soul reppin'

Hit the record store never let me go

Get my whole collection yo

I got mine I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You from the hood I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You want beef I hope you

Got yourself a gun

And when I see you I'ma take what I want

So you tried to front hope you

Got yourself a gun

You ain't real hope you

Got yourself a gun

It's the return of the prince the boss

This is real hardcore Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft

Sip Cris' get chips wrist glist' I floss

Stick-shift look sick up in that Boxster Porsche

With the top cut off rich kids go and cop The Source

They don't know about the blocks I'm on

And everybody wanna know where the kid go

Where he rest at where he shop at and dress at

Know he got dough where does he live

Is he still in the Bridge

Does he really know how ill that he is

Got all of y'all watchin' my moves my watch and my jewels

Hop in my coupe dodge interviews like that

It's not only my jewels ice anything plenty chains

Look at my tennis shoes I iced that

Who am I the back twister lingerie ripper

Automatic leg-spreader quicker brain-getter

Keepin' it gangsta with ya

Uhh

I got mine I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You from the hood I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You want beef I hope you

Got yourself a gun

And when I see you I'ma take what I want

So you tried to front hope you

Got yourself a gun

You ain't real hope you

Got yourself a gun

Got yourself a gun

I got mine I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You from the hood I hope you

Got yourself a gun

You want beef I hope you

Got yourself a gun

And when I see you I'ma take what I want